To Hestia

Hugh G. Evelyn-White, 1914 · 1 lines · Read at the source

24.1-5Hestia, you who tend the holy house of the lord Apollo, the Far-shooter at goodly Pytho, with soft oil dripping ever from your locks, come now into this house, come, having one mind with Zeus the all-wise—draw near, and withal bestow grace upon my song.